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Acceptance (England X Reader) [One-shot]    A/N: Here's the update I was talking about before the con! This inspiration came from a song by Gorillaz called On Melancholy Hill, such a beautiful peice I literally couldn't stop listening to it for hours. So addicting as well as that album Plastic Beach (: Anyway, please do anyjoy this rather long one-shot and please don't be afraid to comment and/or fav!! Thank you! ^w^    ------------    Reaching for the door knob, you quietly pushed your bedroom door open and walked out into the semi-quiet hallway. You really weren’t looking forward to your next thing on your agenda since it requir

"Sixty-six bottles of beer on the wall, sixty-six bottles of beer!  Take one down, pass it around! Sixty-five bottles of beer on the wall!" "Bro, I know I've asked you a bunch of times before this, but can you please just shut up now?"  Lukas asked from the back seat. "...Most people stop before they reach ninety bottles of beer..."  Emil complained. "...Sixty-five bottles of beer on the wall, sixty-five-!" "MATHIAS!"  You yelled into his ear.  For the past half hour you had listened to this guy sing about beer during a never ending car ride into the mountains.  This needed to st

“Food pellets, food pellets… Where the hell are they hiding you?”you murmured to yourself as you craned your neck to see the high top shelves. You didn’t usually come here; the store was somewhat out of the way and it was stupid to drive more than necessary to pick up pet supplies, yet due to errands, you were in the area and just so happened to remember that you needed to pick a few things up before heading home. And while you were lucky that there was a pet store close by, it was becoming a chore to figure out where they kept their products. Usually you were in and out in under 5 minutes, but today you were going ove

You thought it was a dream at first. A man was sitting on your chair in the morning, drinking a cup of tea from your expensive china, staring off into space. However, he did look over at you when you stepped towards the drawer that held the knives, his green eyes stopping you suddenly. He stood, his messy blond hair sticking on the ends and slightly bobbing as he moved, and his pale, pink lips turned into a hopeful…smile (or something like that). He took a step towards you, but you were frozen in place, your heart beating wildly inside your chest. “I’ve finally found you,” he blurted, and your eyebrows furrowed at hi

It hurts everywhere. Despite this, you still manage to get from your room to your kitchen, thanking the world for living in a one-floor apartment home, so the walk isn't very far. Each step feels like a thousand knives are being jabbed up your feet and through your legs, and your breath is short and choppy, as if you've run a marathon and back. Your nose feels entirely blocked, and there is a pain near the bridge of your nose from this. Your vision is slightly blurry, and you've even got your glasses on. You are hungry, and you are determined to make food. You clutch thing as you walk so as to not lose your balance, and you nearly make it

”Flower Petal” He wore a button up loosely tucked into dark brown slacks, a worn pair of Oxfords and his blonde hair loosely gelled back. He smelled good, a surprise since the woodsy smell stuck out from all the florals that completely enveloped you daily. He smiled politely at you, a beautiful smile, and you noticed that he had groomed his eyebrows. He normally had a wild look to them, and you had grown to love that, but this sight wasn’t bad either. “A couple of roses, please. The ones by the window.” He also had a British accent. That was the best part. In this small town, everyone sounded the same, and the

”A Remedy for Your Situation” There were two things that you had determined: high school was full of idiots, and you hated high school. You only had one semester of school left, much to your joy, and then you’d go to college where it would be easier to avoid everyone. You’d commute to the nearby university, and commuting helped you avoid other idiots. Also, you’d be able to wear whatever you wanted. When you said high school was full of idiots, you were also referring to the staff. “Look, I know you’re a good kid,” your English teacher started out, but he shook his head, “but you know t

"Hey, are you going to Homecoming?" you ask Arthur the next morning. He shakes his head. "I think it's absolutely stupid. Why would I want to go to that?" You feel slightly disappointed, since you considered asking him to be your date for the dance, but since he doesn't even like it…well, it's not worth bothering him. "Oh, that's cool." You sit down, taking out your book. "I read to chapter seven. This is an insanely long book," you murmur as your place the book down on your table. "I love it." Arthur seems to love that. "Oh, really? And what's your favorite part so far?" "Chapter five," you answer smartly, throwing him a smirk. "I

You spend both Saturday and Sunday studying hard for the test. Something that you have quickly learned is that AP tests are always hard as heck, and Mrs. Hamercord isn't about to go easy on anyone, especially if they're in her AP class. You come into class Monday morning completely ready for this exam. Arthur is in his spot, and he seems completely irritated by the whole world. Everyone is talking excitedly about the big win last Friday against our school's biggest rivals, and then they begin talking about the Homecoming dance this coming Friday and the game against another big rival. "Are you going, (Name)?" one girl asks you. The other

"Hey, someone saw you leaving with Arthur yesterday," Alfred tells you the next morning as you two sit near the flagpole outside of the school. "They said he had his arms around you, and you guys disappeared into your car." Not true! Not exactly. He did help you out of the school, and he stayed with you as you sat in your car for a while, at least until you felt okay enough to drive. And that was it. Alfred's tone seems to imply more. "I was sick from the dissection in Anatomy, and he helped me to my car. I was literally about to throw up." "But you didn't even have lunch…" You didn't bother correct him on how you had consumed lunch